…
The wonder of a garden
Trusting the first warmth of spring
Until its black infinity of cells
Becomes charged with dream;
Then the silent, slow nurture
Of the seed’s self, coaxing it
To trust the act of death.

The Elephant Café, in which I am a partner and the Chef de Cuisine, is two months old today. Instead of writing about its story so far, I have chosen instead to compile a slideshow that illustrates it.